CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ETHAN
It’s been a week since I’ve seen or talked to Harper.
One of the worst weeks of my life.
When I said she had to choose, I hadn’t expected her to answer the way she did. Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked it if I wasn’t ready, but I can’t take it back now. She’d rather stay friends than admit she has feelings for me. I put myself out there, and now I’ve lost her.
Though kissing her one final time was partly selfish because I wanted to taste her again, I had hoped she’d come to her senses. Having that be our last kiss makes it that much more painful. I’ve known Harper all her life and know when she’s lying—especially to herself. I was immediately hurt when she took the easy way out, and it was then I realized I had royally f****d up our friendship. Now, I can’t even
